Life Is Yours Death Is Mine Novels & Stories

I rounded the corner once again till I was back to her side, passing her one of the glasses. "My version of living is doing whatever the fuck I want. Everyone dies eventually, and not always from a liver failure." My gaze settled pointedly on her. The men before me are quite notorious for dying in far more gruesome ways. It'd only be a pleasure. "You mean your version of living is succumbing to your body's every desire, even if it's bound to kill you?" I lifted my glass to my lips, pausing to meet her defiant sea-blue eyes. "Usually, my body knows exactly what it wants. And right now, it's a curious blonde that doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut. Drink up."

Nesryn looked right into my eyes. “Vivamus, moriendum est. A quote from your world which means — let us live, for we must die. When you know you’re gonna die, why don’t you live as you always wanted to? Yeah, maybe you will die sooner because you offend someone or you disobey someone, but you’ll be happy and grateful to yourself that even if for a second, you lived your life on your terms.” She cleared her throat, her voice slightly hoarse.

I will rage against the dying light. They say that life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!"

The funeral drew every major name in the underworld. Everyone came in tailored black suits, their faces solemn, except me. Beneath my black trench coat, I wore a dress the color of fresh blood. Whispers followed me as I walked past the crowd, commenting that I had no sense of decorum. However, I didn’t care. This wasn’t just a funeral. It was my coronation. I stood before the headstone and watched as the massive black walnut coffin was slowly lowered into the ground. Inside that coffin wasn’t just Luca. Buried with him were six years of my youth and a love I had once been foolish enough to believe in.

The day I died, Monique had finally given in to my constant pestering and promised she'd come home for dinner. I cooked the meal and even put on the suit she had picked out for me, but she never came home. As the time I'd agreed on with the system drew closer, I drained my phone battery and could only watch helplessly as the system chose how I would die. I didn't know if it was the system's twisted sense of humor, but it threw my body off the building closest to where Connor was proposing.

I told them and they both sighed in relief. The thirteenth day after Zack’s death is almost here and it’s driving me insane. I saw Dorothy and Lulu’s death. I felt like I have to choose again and up to now I haven’t saved Beatrice’s and Engr. Murray’s soul. They are nowhere to be found.

“No, he didn’t. You did. And you will destroy her.” “No.” I shook my head. “Never.” “What about me, Nate? We were forever, and now we’re never. The only similarity is ever. Life isn’t guaranteed, but ever is always there. Ever is the catalyst for life and death. At any time, in any way.” “I won’t. Lila will be fine.” “Lila will be dead.” “Don’t say that!” I screamed and grabbed her by the arms. “Don’t you ever fucking say that again. She will live, even if I have to die.”

"Its probably a twin thing." Jeon scoffed. "Don't even joke about this Minho, we are in serious bloody trouble as it is. We better figure out a way to deal with this before we end up being the death of each other." He took a last sip of the whiskey and stood up from his seat, his face looking all contorted like he'd just swallowed some poisonous plant. "Am going to bed now, see you in the morning." And he was gone, leaving me alone to contemplate about who was going to kill who.

“ Thank you for existing.” She held my hand and I noticed how pale and thin her hands are. Her nails are turning yellow, her breath is cold, and honestly, it's making me weak. She's tired...real tired. “ I want to thank you too..” she started and smiled looking at our hands being intertwined. “ You're my other half and you're the one who witnessed everything I've been through before I can finally say..i lived a life. Tim..our life is short..but sadly mine is shorter..I want you to--to live your life and be happy..I'll be looking at you in the clouds.”she said and smiled at me and took a deep sigh before letting her words out.

Not for any reason, but I realised the death plague hades brought along wasn't gone yet, even though Hades was. Word Count : 751 Sing Of Choice : Dead to Life By Ecstatic Ft Krigarè Ask Your Questions :